| Lyrics: | It was late at night on the open road, speeding like a man on the run
A lifetime spent preparing
for the journey.
He is closer now and the search is on, reading from a map in the mind:
Yes
there's that ragged hill and there's a boat on the river.
And when the rain came down, he
heard a wild dog howl
There were voices in the night
(Don't do it!)
Voices out of
sight
(Don't do it!)
Too many men have failed before, whatever you do;
Don't
pay the ferryman!
Don't even fix a price!
Don't pay the ferryman
Until he gets you to
the other side.
In the rolling mist, then he gets on board, now there'll be no turning
back
Beware that hooded old man at the rudder.
And then the lightning flashed and the
thunder roared,
and people calling out his name,
And dancing bones that
jabbered-and-a-moaned on the water.
And then the ferryman said There is trouble
ahead,
So you must pay me now.
(Don't do it!)
You must pay me now.
(Don't do
it!)
And still that voice came from beyond, whatever you do;
Don't pay the
ferryman!
Don't even fix a price!
Don't pay the ferryman
Until he gets you to the other
side.
The elusive words in the background of this song are from Shakespeare's The
Tempest (Thanks to Brian for tracking that one
down.) The quote goes as
follows:
We were dead of sleep,
And--how we know not--all clapp'd under
hatches;
Where but even now with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling,
jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awaked; straightway, at
liberty;
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and |
